2003-04-25 - 11:16 a.m.
I bought a huge tray of Oatmeal cookies this morning at Safeway. No body in the office likes Oatmeal Cookies, they prefer chocolate chip. Again I strike, secure in my evil ways.
The only trouble is that I like Oatmeal cookies and have had three of them. I�ll have to go on a restrictive diet as soon as I leave this place so I can return for lunches and things thin, vibrant, successful.
I made plans for a road trip to LA next weekend. I was pressured into it, but I�m feeling okay. It was originally to be a plane trip but I tried to back out. Because I�m not willing to fly Southwest, and don�t want to pay more to fly anyone else. I was hesitant also because there is some sort of deal involving people he met in Vegas and whatever happens on this trip is not to get back to his girlfriend. I�m exchanging one Jr High Drama plot at work to one in my personal life. I have no idea how I feel about that.
Today is our company health fair, and I was supposed to ride my bike to work, to prove that it could be done. Instead I threw it in the back of my Saab and drove. Because it was raining again. A torrent of wet that I wasn�t about to ride in. I still have all the details and things. Plus the bike looks really good. I propped it up on a table with a helmet and a satchel. I have handouts, bike commuting literature, and transit schedules for all the major systems. I�ll also be taking my laptop with the wireless connection and will give transit demos for people who don�t think they can take it to work. I was going to change into some sport gear but have decided instead not to. This is the most excitement I have planned until next Tuesday, when I have cinema club.
But there are still Oatmeal Cookies.
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